my own private lexipro

February 7th, 2009

I have been getting a little worked up over politics, the stimulus bill, dumb-dumb Senate Republicans, Obama’s political strategy. (I ping back and forth between questioning him and reminding myself of the myriad times I questioned him before—only to be reminded that he knew what he was doing all along and is just that much smarter than me.) I read Paul Krugman’s columns in the New York Times and want to ball up in fetal position. I wake up at five in the morning and fret (about global warming, economic collapse, a new Great Depression, my kids’ future, all kids’ futures, and yes, I’ll admit it, more petty concerns like how my new book will fare, considering it’s being released in the midst of a massive global recession).

Some days I think I need therapy.

But who needs therapy when there is Gail Collins, the funny, wise New York Times columnist? She is my therapy. She is my anti-anxiety pill. And I’m not just saying that because she has my name (albeit different spelling) or because she is funnier than Paul Krugman (a rock is funnier than Paul, no offense).

No, I say this because she’s reassuring in a no-nonsense way. Like today, her column has a little Q&A that begins:

I know it’s been a tough week, little Obamaites. You’ve been feeling … unstimulated.

Yes, Gail, I have.

Then she launches into the Q&A, including this question, which rang some bells.

I dropped out of school for a semester to campaign for Barack Obama. And now I’m asking myself whether I spent four months living with my aunt and going door to door in Dayton, Ohio, just so we could have a stimulus plan written by a bunch of moderate Republicans and conservative Democrats in the Senate.

I don’t know how many times we need to go over this, but this is actually a real-life version of what Obama promised during the campaign. Didn’t you jump up and cheer when your guy promised that he’d get Republicans and Democrats to work together?

That made me feel better, too. I didn’t go to Dayton and live with my aunt. I spent a few weekends in Philly (cold weekends—it felt like months) and I’m not of such little faith that I’m questioning the Big O or anything but yeah, I need reminding that bipartisanship isn’t all Kumbaya pretty. 

But I still think the GOP are retards.

No one’s saying I have to be bipartisan.